surreal poetry
Surrealist poetry embodies the essence of poetry itself, drawing upon shocking imagery and lyrical incongruities to comment on the inner-workings of the mind.
Baby Shark Meets The Man In The Moon
Karens underwear are twisted tight She’s seems pretty mad at me I guess I pissed her off again While I was fast asleep *What she doesn’t realize is When you wander in dreamlike statesYour head floats around in a metaphoric cloudI didn’t mean to sling feces in her face *In my mind I was a monkey - showing my utmost disapproval Of the grub they offered to me on that plateSo when I flung my chunky monkey toward the cage they locked me in - Only then did I recognize it was her face*The moon sure has had a grip on meLast night I dreamt, I was the oceanGetting pushed and pulled in every direction Like I’d been drinking Neal Armstrongs - magic potion *Waving hello and goodbye to the shore, then stealing away all it’s sandA true give and take or I’ll drown you - relationship Until, I fell out of bed*Being chased by an unruly school of fish Under the moon all alone in the darkI was embarrassed when the light revealed It was Graysons tiny pillow - baby shark*So if I must apologize Dear Karen, I truly hope that you understand I was under the spell of the man in the moonPlaying tricks with my hourglass sand
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden4 years ago in Poets
The Grill
The house was big and filled with men armed with guns, the bodyguards of the important man we had come to visit. I was no one, of course, just the (unofficial) bodyguard of my friend, who was famous enough to get such offers to endorse products in exchange for remuneration. But he trusted me with his safety, knowing I had his best interest at heart.
By Véronique Racine 4 years ago in Poets
